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Draco felt his chiseled jaw drop all the way down to the cold marble floor he was standing on. Surely he'd heard wrongly. There was no way Rina Skeeter actually said that.
I mean, come on. Oliver Wood's girlfriend?
Hermione gave him a smug look as his grey eyes darted from her to Rina. The young journalist looked up with adoring eyes at Hermione, still waiting anxiously for an answer. Hermione cringed a little and took a small step away from her.
This girl has a crush on Oliver. Hmm. He'd probably be interested to know.
She quickly filed that thought away as Draco carefully processed the information and regained his thoughts. In mere milliseconds he recomposed himself and his face was once again a cold, unfriendly mask.
Hermione grinned. "Bit outdated aren't you, Malfoy?"
Draco just shot her his most deathly glare. But of course Hermione wasn't affected. After what she'd gone through 2 years ago, a stupid glare would never get under her skin.
Rina Skeeter just ignored the exchange between the old enemies. Instead, her quill scratched words onto the paper as she gushed, "Ms Hermione Granger, the girl of the Golden Trio, and now the girlfriend of the world's best Quidditch Keeper and captain, Oliver Wood!" she giggled and blushed a little—Draco rolled his eyes dramatically— before continuing. "Rina Skeeter reporting from the National Quidditch Stadium. Everyone's sitting on the edges of their seats, waiting for the most important match of the season between the Falmouth Falcons and the Pride of Portree to start! I am currently standing with the co-owner of the Falmouth Falcons, Draco Malfoy, and the Pride of Portree captain's famous girlfriend, Hermione Granger. What are you expecting out of this match?"
Draco smirked (it required all of Hermione's willpower not to slap it off his face) and replied nonchalantly, "Of course, I expect the Falcons to win. I have invested a fairly large amount of my family's fortune into this team, and ensured that we have the very best players who will secure this year's Quidditch Cup."
Hermione clenched her fists. Merlin's pants, his attitude hasn't changed a bit. You'd think after what happened during the war he'd tame his ego a little.
But instead of following her heart and punching Draco Malfoy exactly how she had done so in third year, she just smiled at Rina. No need for violence here.
"Oliver's been training very hard with the team. They've set their eyes on the Quidditch Cup ever since the start of the season and they've been playing extremely well. All I can say is that I hope for the best and that the result will be in our favour, and that we'll all have a mind-blowing match played in front of us tonight!"
Rina nodded enthusiastically at Hermione and said a couple more things to her quill before saying "good luck" to Hermione and scurrying off to look for more people to interview.
Draco glared after her. Someone's a bit biased.
Hermione laughed at Draco. "Your personality hasn't changed one bit since we ended school, Malfoy. I would think that after what you'd gone through during the war you'd at least try and be nicer to everyone."
Anger bubbled deep inside Draco, and he felt heat rising through his chest. He'd winced at the mention of the war. He glowered at Hermione, and his voice was reduced to a harsh and livid whisper.
"Never mention the war to me. Never. I know what I did was somewhat dishonourable but I had my reasons for switching sides. You would never understand. Your parents were never directly threatened by the Dark Lord. He held my mother hostage. And at least now my father is just going to rot away in Azkaban."
It was Hermione's turn to stare him down now.
"Voldemort killed my friends. He killed the people I loved. But of course you of all people would never comprehend the concept of love. You pretend to be just a normal pureblooded student at this school, then you go and kill Dumbledore, you let your little band of Death Eaters invade our school, you killed half the number of people fighting for our side, and then suddenly you turn on the Voldemort, seek protection and refuge from the Order to save your own sorry ass? Even Crabbe and Goyle didn't stoop to such a low level. Until then, Malfoy, I had never known how really self-serving you were."
And with that, Hermione turned on her heel and walked away.
Half the crowd in the stands cheered and screamed to their heart's content. Flags of red and white fluttered in the stands, waved proudly among the sea of wizards and witches who were slowly evacuating the stadium.
The blue and silver's looked dejected. Heads hung low, and if one listened closely he could hear the faint cry of a distant falcon. Feet were dragged across the floor, and flags were rolled up held at the supporters' sides nearer the floor.
Draco was just pissed. His cold grey eyes were darker now, and they had a murderous gleam in them. He would have a word with the team later, and give a pep talk on how disappointed he was in them.
They lost 40-210 to the bloody Pride of Portree. And after what I'd said to that damned Rina Skeeter. How embarrassing.
He ripped his blue scarf from his neck and he could've strangled it, considering the tight grip he had on it and they way his knuckles were turning whiter, if that was even possible.
He made his way down the metal staircase and towards the green Quidditch field, stomping towards the Falcon's changing room and lockers. He passed by the Pride of Portree, who seemed as if they were bouncing on springs and were being showered by colourful confetti falling magically above their heads. He saw them pat each other's backs, and pull each other into bear-crushing hugs, but it was none of these which caught his eye.
In the middle of the group, Hermione Granger was wrapped in Oliver Wood's arms; hers around his neck, and pulled into a passionate and fervent kiss.
A/N: So here's the second chapter! I will elaborate more on Hermione's and Oliver's relationship and how it develops. Thank you for the reviews, I really appreciate you all for taking time to read my story. Please let me know how I can improve!
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